300 Words About the Worst Day: Nonfiction by Daniel Franklin


Jacob Morty’s father won twenty million dollars playing the Powerball. Mr. Morty ended up moving to some coastal city in Mexico, but he sends Jacob five grand each month. Jacob says he’s perfectly okay with that; his dad was never that great of a guy anyway.


Victor Ortiz’s father works for the Department of Water and Power. Señor Ortiz migrated to the states from Mexico and works hard so his son can have a better life. Victor says that he doesn’t see his father much, but he knows that he loves him, and he’s perfectly okay with that.


Tessa Menkes’ father is an attorney. Mr. Menkes makes six figures a year as a partner at a law firm in downtown, and gladly pays for his daughter’s sixty-grand-a-year tuition fees at a private college. Tessa says that her father supports her so that she can follow her dream, and she’s perfectly okay with her father spending that kind of money on her.


My father died of a heroin overdose. I found Mr. Michael Cervantes last night in front of his bathroom sink with an empty syringe in his arm. He was positioned in such a way where his hands had planted themselves on the sink, so when I found him he was standing. When I stepped closer and I saw the blue tint in his cheeks, I knew what happened, but denied it. When I touched his arm and felt his stone cold skin, I knew what happened, but denied it. When I stepped directly next to him and saw the half melted spoon, the lighter, and the empty plastic baggy, I knew what happened and could no longer deny it. Then I screamed. My father was dead. I’ve slowly come to the realization that I will grow up the rest of my life without a father. How am I supposed to be okay with that?

Daniel James Franklin graduated from Cal State Northridge, where he majored in Creative Writing.


Curated by FORTH Nonfiction Editors.

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